I arrive home and plop down on my bed and begin to admire my prom dress on my mannequin in the corner of my room. It's ankle length, and it has a sheer mock neck top with cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. The black mesh descends as a V shape down the center of the dress to the waist, and has black velvet ribbons crisscrossing it. Along the sides of the V are sculptured sides and gold stars with little flowers as a "belt". The skirt is made of black and nude tulle, and has the same gold stars scattered throughout. I have a gold armband that I'm going to wear with it, and I'm going to wear black lace gloves and plain black heels with it. I also have anklets that match the armband. My phone dings and I see that its Zoe saying thanks for the fun day. I have to admit that I didn't like her at first, but now that I've gotten to know her, she's alright.
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Prom Queen
HorrorLily O'Brien has everything a girl could want: fame, beauty, and praise. But does she really, or is it all a facade?
